turned her thanks to the noble author for both his pieces of stuff. A volume of his poems was published, anonymously, by Dodsley, in 1739. Lord Orford remarks, that he was one of those men of parts, whose dawn was the brightest moment of a long life." He was first known by a very spirited ode on his conversion from popery; yet he relapsed to the faith which he had abjured. On the circumstance of his re-conversion it is uncharitable to lay much stress against his memory. There have been instances of it in men, whom either church would have been proud to appropriate. But it cannot be denied, that his poem on Faith formed, at a late period of his life, an anti-climax to the first promise of his literary talents; and though he possessed abilities, and turned them to his private account, he rose to no public confidence as a statesman. SELECT POEMS. ODE TO WILLIAM PULTENEY, ESQ. REMOTE from liberty and truth, I bow'd to priests and kings. Soon reason dawn'd, with troubled sight Too weak it shone to mark my way, Restless I roam'd, when from afar Thus cheer'd, and eager to pursue, Now warm'd with noble Sidney's page, But soon the beauteous vision flies; Vainly the pious artist's toil Would rear to heaven a mortal pile, Of empire and of man. What though the good, the brave, the wise, With adverse force undaunted rise, To break the' eternal doom! Though Cato liv'd, though Tully spoke, To swell some future tyrant's pride, Once more her fields shall thirst in vain Yet glorious is the great design, If crush'd beneath the sacred weight, Shall tell the patriot's name. ODE TO MANKIND. Is there, or do the schoolmen dream? To whom an uncontrol'd command, Then say, what signs this god proclaim? If service due from human kind, Superior virtue, wisdom, might, So reason must conclude: Then thine it is, to whom belong In thee vast All! are these contain❜d, For thee are those, thy parts ordain'd, So nature's systems roll: The sceptre's thine, if such there be; If none there is, then thou art free, Great monarch! mighty whole ! Let the proud tyrant rest his cause Unsanctified by thy command, Thy will's thy rule, thy good its end; You punish only to defend What parent nature gave: And he who dares her gifts invade, reason founds the just degree |